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On my way to school this morning, I noticed a squirrel running across the street, barely missing a few cars. He made it to the sidewalk only ten feet or so in front of me. He stopped briefly, calculating his next move. For a split second, our eyes met and I knew that he wasn't safe yet. I remember thinking to him, 'It's ok here. The people on the sidewalk are safe, they won't hurt you. Or climb that tree, return to your shelter, just don't...' cutting off my plea, like I almost knew that he would, he threw himself back into the fray. I saw a car coming out of the corner of my eye and I could only unfocus my view before he was struck and bounced along the asphalt, barely coming to rest as my eyes tore away.
He was safe sharing the sidewalk; he rejected it. He had his own world to return to; he rejected it. Instead, he returned to the danger from which he just escaped. Did he forget what lay ahead of him in those short few seconds? Did he think the risk had subsided? Or was this a second attempt at a failed suicide?
I tried not to draw parallels as I let my headphones drowned out my thoughts.
He was safe sharing the sidewalk; he rejected it. He had his own world to return to; he rejected it. Instead, he returned to the danger from which he just escaped. Did he forget what lay ahead of him in those short few seconds? Did he think the risk had subsided? Or was this a second attempt at a failed suicide?
I tried not to draw parallels as I let my headphones drowned out my thoughts.